Saturday, May 2, 2009

Siren Song

You know what is great, and happens sometimes being married to Tom (or just knowing him I supposed would also do the trick)... You know what's great about Tom? Bat For Lashes who I got all crazy about in a day - I tell Mr.Wonderful about it and he says, "I think we have that C.D. - on iTunes."

Tom is a great resource. I started developing my own taste in music right before I met him.
I'm not the kind of person who listens to music very often. It important to me to sing and dance every once in a while - but unless I'm giving into the music in that way it ends up just crowding out my thoughts - or distracting them, and I'm a big thinker... always thinkin', which is not to say that I'm always reasoning.
Anyway, Lane and Tom are the type of people who listen to music more often than they don't and so in "middle school" (not Junior High in Central Point *annoying*) and High School I listened to what Lane listened to mostly and later what my friend Evan provided for me.
I heard a song one day on a commercial and was in love with it. I was able to track it down on the internet. It was Pink Moon by Nick Drake and I went out and bought every C.D. of his I could find in town. I had struck out into musical independence! Unfortunately the next year I was in college and Garden State came out along with it's much too popular soundtrack which featured a song of Nick Drake's - Thanks for ruining it for me!
I was the only kid my age I knew who listened to Nick Drake and the only kid I knew who didn't like that movie. Anyway, then I met Tom (who liked that movie).
Tom started loading me up with music he was constantly running across. He loved to see what I thought of things and I loved his total enthusiasm, his diverse tastes and the fact that he valued my opinion.
A lot of things I found too this or too that - I'm very critical and very particular but I think that made it more interesting for Tom to see what I latched onto, what I poo-pooed, and to hear my analysis of all of it.
Tom and I broke up after 6 months and I moved to Portland. I became really musically independent there because none of my friends listened to anything good. I would go to concerts alone and go to Everyday Music and stand around with those headphones on, going down the line of the new releases.
Tom and I kept in touch that year and I continued to benefit from his good taste and the ways and means he had for procuring the latest and greatest. And when I left Portland, and failed (as you do) to keep up with the scene once I abandoned the hub, Tom continued to be my source, though I was living with Lane for most of this time and was enjoying a lot of Motown and Bjork. Tom introduced Lane and I to our beloved Of Montreal and so we owe our best concert experience ever to him (but he wasn't actually there).

It's just exciting to think about everything Tom is. Now that we're married we see a lot of the same side of each other everyday. Our life has become a really wonderful comforting routine and it is such a blessing to be able to wake up and expect the sweet words and actions I've already grown used to. But it is thrilling to have those moments when it hits you that this is another person with their own thoughts and experiences and they're sharing something unexpected with you.
When I got up this morning - Tom having long ago said his sweet goodbyes and headed off to work (he's still at work, by the way) - I found that Tom had dug up the Bat For Lashes C.D. from some mysterious place on the computer and it was open and waiting for me to listen to at my leisure... first thing in the morning he had thought to do this.
I have been listening to it non-stop all day, which is not too typical of me. They're is an added level of enjoyment for me listening to it knowing that Tom had listened to it at some point and liked it.
It is a great C.D. though, it's called Two Suns and it is full of fancy and emotion and fun and seriousness and interesting musical elements I don't know anything about but appreciate for the effect.

These always get so long...
So long!

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